This is a song about "Collar greens"

I hit it first, call it greens

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

To move along, it's even harder

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,