This is a song about "Green day"

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Fire on my mind like im green

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Toking green hoping for dopamine

Would look at us all the time

You ain't never seen

I dream of makin green/

Pawning my chain in the shop

Bout that green like baby bop

Man this life is but a dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green