This is a song about "The scent of grass"

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Of hard work and success, smoking more grass than wildfire,