This is a song about "Collard greens"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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