This is a song about "Dat green"

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Parking lot of the blue flame

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

You left your nigga on his own

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

That happen to act like a black president

I dream of makin green/

I'm the head coach of the team

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

I don't know why i'm even on this track