This is a song about "Green turtles"

Yeah, one time for the

That green like iguana

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Fuck that job been around that block

Bout that green like baby bop

Bout that green like baby bop

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Tummy hungry for the dull green

As: i know just what you mean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Fire on my mind like im green