This is a song about "Green track"

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Fire on my mind like im green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Cant you get rich off your own track

The door crack, niggas all black

I got a dollar and a dream

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

When love comes callin', don’t look back

But time to get on track

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

Top dropped down, black on black

And listen to this sick track