This is a song about "Green eggs and ham"

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Took it easy they'll sit back and eat cheese and ham

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

To go ham just like swine i refine and define the rap prime

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string