This is a song about "Green clothes"

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thought police, your mind's not green.

My time with their half-witted reviews

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

People wonder why grass is green,

And lead tha whole team

Because i smoke on the green

Come see real niggas on my team

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for