This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

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

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

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

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

People wonder why grass is green,

As: i know just what you mean

Stay rolling up that potent grass

And when it come to the cash