This is a song about "Going green"

You aint wantin the green,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

That green like iguana

Who knows what the

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Fire on my mind like im green

Into the green mile, coffin

Where god at? i need to call him

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Bout that green like baby bop

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A disease, involves me hittin that green

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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