This is a song about "Grass"

Except she's got a little more ass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

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

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

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass