This is a song about "Green with envy"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

But five years from now i bet she see

Wow! when im home, its envy.

I leave my enemies in envy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Spitting clean & hitting green, that's why these niggas envy me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

You hear my style, all u do is envy,

I dream of makin green/

Man this life is but a dream