This is a song about "Green gold"

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Miami nights, it was all a dream

People wonder why grass is green,

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

We self-made but never is an i on the team

You ain't never seen

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I dream of makin green/

For thinking you clean

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold