This is a song about "Grass"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass