This is a song about "Green bananas"

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

People wonder why grass is green,

It's roc nation, this my team

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Planet of the apes its bananas on this ride.

A disease, involves me hittin that green

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Tummy hungry for the dull green

The bitches is everything in between

My time is spent mostly counting green

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,