This is a song about "Grass"

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Am sick of being stuck for grass

But i let off everything i have

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Till its grass i'm underneath

But in the meantime it's lights please

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Stay rolling up that potent grass