This is a song about "Grass"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Till its grass i'm underneath

Trap our young black seeds

No one-half and i hate math

Stay rolling up that potent grass

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

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

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks