This is a song about "Grass is green"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Is bein' mean, showin' lean, triple beams, easy green,

The last thing i need is you turning green

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

The youngest of my mother kids

That the green is his motive

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Indiscriminate so my vision is red and green like christmases

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

In fact it is nigga but it's green know what i'm saying?