This is a song about "Green gable"

Bout that green like baby bop

That means i have no block

C.r.e.a.m. was the motto, wanted the lotto and easy green,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

And i put you on the team

You aint wantin the green,

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Into the green mile, coffin

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Be the king, that was part of my dream

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team