This is a song about "Green poop"

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Then keep your change like an oink machine

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Because i smoke on the green

Come see real niggas on my team

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

A disease, involves me hittin that green