This is a song about "Green backs"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Man this life is but a dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was