This is a song about "Green weeny"

I dream of makin green/

Come see real niggas on my team

Bitches pursue me like a dream

People wonder why grass is green,

Is bein' mean, showin' lean, triple beams, easy green,

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I see a young teen

You aint wantin the green,

Tummy hungry for the dull green

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

My time is spent mostly counting green

Bout that green like baby bop

And i don't make no bed rock