This is a song about "Green laser"

Fire on my mind like im green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Let me get it straightfor miles like a laser

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I'm the head coach of the team

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

A disease, involves me hittin that green

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

As: i know just what you mean

My time is spent mostly counting green