This is a song about "Grass"

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

They all snakes in the grass

Cause you're most likely to crash

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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