This is a song about "Grass"

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

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

Till its grass i'm underneath

Cause there could never be peace

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Just put your hand on the glass