This is a song about "The scent of grass"

I can barely wipe my ass

They all snakes in the grass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

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

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Your scent flowing in the wind

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

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

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