This is a song about "Green and white"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Weed must be white house green see the lean

And pissing red, white, and blue

I bet that mirror gon show you

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

Taking and not giving, like i'm the green haired villain

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse