This is a song about "Grass"

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

People wonder why grass is green,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes