This is a song about "Grass"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Stay rolling up that potent grass

They all snakes in the grass

Gotta make that cash

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Except she's got a little more ass

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

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

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

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