This is a song about "Go green"

Because i smoke on the green

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Only dreamed of fascination of the green, would go to extremes,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Toking green hoping for dopamine

She prefer the dutty wine

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

You be on that stalker shit