This is a song about "The scent of grass"

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

We gotta get back to what really matters

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

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