This is a song about "Grass"

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

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

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

They all snakes in the grass

While i'm rubbing on that ass