This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

I can barely wipe my ass

They all snakes in the grass

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

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Baby, you got that super bass

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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

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