This is a song about "Grass"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

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

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

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

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

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

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas