This is a song about "Grass"

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass