This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

No one-half and i hate math

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

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

People wonder why grass is green,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,