This is a song about "Grass"

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

I damage ya on camera, in compton, in canada

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

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

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

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

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass