This is a song about "Grass"

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

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

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Till its grass i'm underneath

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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