This is a song about "Legal grass magician"

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,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

The legal medical got me savoring each and every chew

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

But just remember legal tender wasn't shit that i had,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Till its grass i'm underneath

Tryna kill my dreams