This is a song about "Green eggs"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Or medicine in a green bottle

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Because there ain't no coming back from that

To the green im dedicated

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

That the green is his motive

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team