This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

People wonder why grass is green,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

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

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!