This is a song about "Green"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Bout that green like baby bop

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Because i smoke on the green

C.r.e.a.m. was the motto, wanted the lotto and easy green,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Cause we been off them slave ships

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Republican's won't do shit, they just dupe us for easy green,

People wonder why grass is green,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen