This is a song about "Hollyweed holyweed looking like its green"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Ballin in green like im larry bird

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

You looking like dora the explorer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Bout that green like baby bop

Only real niggas stay on top

That green like iguana

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Looking like a damn fucking artichoke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

Because there ain't no coming back from that

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader