This is a song about "Green crayons"

I just know what you mean

Fire on my mind like im green

That the green is his motive

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Toking green hoping for dopamine

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

And i put you on the team

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Bout that green like baby bop

Republican's won't do shit, they just dupe us for easy green,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

A disease, involves me hittin that green