This is a song about "Smoking 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

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

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

They all snakes in the grass

No one-half and i hate math

People wonder why grass is green,

I just know what you mean

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass