This is a song about "Green ogre"

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

That green like iguana

So i gotta spit to this

That the green is his motive

I'm the head coach of the team

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

By the way, you're an ogre

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Don't want you steaming mad like a loaded ogre

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for