This is a song about "Green pubes"

Thought police, your mind's not green.

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Into the green mile, coffin

And i put you on the team

You aint wantin the green,

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

That the green is his motive

How can i portray this

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Bout that green like baby bop

That green like iguana

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre