This is a song about "Grass"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

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

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

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Till its grass i'm underneath

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path