This is a song about "Smoke grass"

Stay rolling up that potent grass

So much class, double d’s and ass

People wonder why grass is green,

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

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

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

They all snakes in the grass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Till its grass i'm underneath

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Motivated just from being broke

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass