This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Till its grass i'm underneath

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

They all snakes in the grass

...that's all i have

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

But i let off everything i have

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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