This is a song about "Green bananas"

The jiggas and the tips

That the green is his motive

The bitches is everything in between

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Cause we been off them slave ships

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

I'm the head coach of the team

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if he is as bananas as you say, i'm not taking any chances

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

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

I dream of makin green/

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Bout that green like baby bop

I gotta know if it's real or not