This is a song about "Grass"

They all snakes in the grass

She graduated top of the class

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Till its grass i'm underneath

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

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

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