This is a song about "Joel kelly"

Tryna kill my dreams

Till its grass i'm underneath

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

But i let off everything i have

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa