This is a song about "Grass"

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

People wonder why grass is green,

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

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

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