This is a song about "Green money bob"

Man this life is but a dream

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

My money is turning me green no wonder im called radioactive,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

In you brain money is the game.. this green got me higher then a plane

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,