This is a song about "Green gable"

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Then keep your change like an oink machine

My time is spent mostly counting green

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

To the green im dedicated

Or let the mob handle that

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

That green like iguana