This is a song about "Green gable"

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

You aint wantin the green,

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Fire on my mind like im green

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

That green like iguana

Back up on my fly shit

Some ca green, sounds like terrific