This is a song about "Smoke grass"

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

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

Stay rolling up that potent grass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Pass it to the left, good grass is enough

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Gotta make that cash

They all snakes in the grass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Impeccable give it my note

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke