This is a song about "Green crayons"

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

I dream of makin green/

And lead tha whole team

Or medicine in a green bottle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

My time is spent mostly counting green

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

That green like iguana

Now hey little mama

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

People wonder why grass is green,