This is a song about "Green bay packers"

Or go to sleep, or youll have a dream where youre drowning in the bay

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

I'm the head coach of the team

Fire on my mind like im green

Where the influences lay at bay,

As: other plans got in the way

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play