This is a song about "Grass"

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa