This is a song about "Grass"

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

I damage ya on camera, in compton, in canada

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Stay rolling up that potent grass

I can get straight to the cash

They all snakes in the grass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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