This is a song about "Grass is green"

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

That deadly green gas is capable of melting glass, and one time;

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

People wonder why grass is green,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

The last thing i need is you turning green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream