This is a song about "Green building audio tours"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Ear buds in, sound got your ears smokin' audio roaches

I dream of makin green/

Show ‘em how much they really mean

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Nobody care as long as you inlist for your tours

Hoping that he's listening

I've made it in the building

So white people can take elaborate tours

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours