This is a song about "Grass"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

So if you wanna leave

Till its grass i'm underneath

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class