This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Till its grass i'm underneath

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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!!!

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

People wonder why grass is green,

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last