This is a song about "Icy grass"

Malcolm x, by any means

Till its grass i'm underneath

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

My rhymes are like an icy blizzard and i kill it

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

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

Must be something you want me to see

Cause they not like me, and leave their body icy

Our nation have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass