This is a song about "Green pans"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

You aint wantin the green,

And i put you on the team

Or medicine in a green bottle

Lady at the frank stand will

My all gold rolly or the

That green like iguana

Bout that green like baby bop

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I got to fight this

That the green is his motive

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

A disease, involves me hittin that green