This is a song about "Collar greens"

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Reachin' for my collar, so anxious from this evil mess

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I hit it first, call it greens

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay