This is a song about "The scent of grass"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

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

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

Little light in the ass

They all snakes in the grass

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass