This is a song about "In the grass icy"

Icy kash with the song, it's me, ain't no doubt.

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

We laze on the grass like cows and calfs (calves),

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

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