This is a song about "Grass"

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Got my foot on the gas

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

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Stay rolling up that potent grass

I can barely wipe my ass

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last