This is a song about "Grass"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

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

They all snakes in the grass

No one-half and i hate math

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

People wonder why grass is green,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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