This is a song about "Green day"

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Thought police, your mind's not green.

And lead tha whole team

That green like iguana

Yeah, one time for the

Toking green hoping for dopamine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Bout that green like baby bop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not