This is a song about "Green weenie"

You aint wantin the green,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

I dream of makin green/

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

That the green is his motive

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Bout that green like baby bop

They burn on every block

Tummy hungry for the dull green

It's roc nation, this my team