This is a song about "Smoke grass"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Your life is a product of trash

Stay rolling up that potent grass

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

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Around my way, i'm cut throat

People wonder why grass is green,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean