This is a song about "Mowing grass"

Together all the timethought it was true love

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

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