This is a song about "Green man"

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Republican's won't do shit, they just dupe us for easy green,

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Tummy hungry for the dull green

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

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

It's roc nation, this my team

I dream of makin green/

Show ‘em how much they really mean

People wonder why grass is green,

Or medicine in a green bottle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model