This is a song about "Green teza"

Because i smoke on the green

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Into the green mile, coffin

C.r.e.a.m. was the motto, wanted the lotto and easy green,

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

My time is spent mostly counting green

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cause i break it out a lot

Bout that green like baby bop

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Bout that green like baby bop

I get my cake; i love hip hop