This is a song about "Grass"

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the 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,

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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