This is a song about "Green crayons"

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

Because i smoke on the green

I'm the head coach of the team

I got a dollar and a dream

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

You be on that stalker shit

To the green im dedicated

Caged, and the wonder is seen

People wonder why grass is green,

She all on my skin

Into the green mile, coffin

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons