This is a song about "Draymond green"

I just know what you mean

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Or you can do better on some hate shit

To the green im dedicated

Let's have a toast for this new love

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

All green nigga pick six

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

C.r.e.a.m. was the motto, wanted the lotto and easy green,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green