This is a song about "Green pans"

A disease, involves me hittin that green

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Bout that green like baby bop

Okay man you do the drop

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Toking green hoping for dopamine

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

My time is spent mostly counting green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Caged, and the wonder is seen

You aint wantin the green,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Mo' green numbers than the matrix