This is a song about "Grass"

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Except she's got a little more ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

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

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Caged, and the wonder is seen

People wonder why grass is green,