This is a song about "Green eggs and ham"

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

I'm everything that they call nice

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Taking and not giving, like i'm the green haired villain

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Roll some green and take a nap

No car key and i mean that

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking