This is a song about "Grass"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

People wonder why grass is green,

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Not likely like stay long please

Till its grass i'm underneath

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

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

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash