This is a song about "Grass"

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

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

Cause you're most likely to crash

Stay rolling up that potent grass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

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

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass