This is a song about "Eight in the evening we re up smoking green"

I can smell it when i go outside

We turnt up in the studio late night

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Is just the beginning to our special evening

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Like being garbage some type of disease

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Counting out the green, but the figures we figured

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world