This is a song about "Grass"

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Baby got that super bass

They all snakes in the grass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Little light in the ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass