This is a song about "Zach gardner"

Then be the first to judge

My mama smoked so god damn much

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I can barely wipe my ass

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Shit she could have one too, i don't judge

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

People seem to judge me on the daily