This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

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

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

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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