This is a song about "Hayley jade"

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I wish i could be like em, drain away my sin

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'll slash your tire just cause i enjoy the hiss sound

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

Because i smoke on the green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

To the green im dedicated

The nerve i never hated