This is a song about "Grass"

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

People wonder why grass is green,

I just know what you mean

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

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class