This is a song about "Grass"

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

And when it come to the cash

Am sick of being stuck for grass

No one-half and i hate math

Stay rolling up that potent grass

They all snakes in the grass

So chase the air hide your stash

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass