This is a song about "Green turtles"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Watching turtles hate on shredder

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Or medicine in a green bottle

That green like iguana

Now hey little mama

You aint wantin the green,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

The last thing i need is you turning green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Got a nigga seein things

That the green is his motive

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/