This is a song about "Grass"

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

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

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

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

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

They all snakes in the grass

Why probe our ass

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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