This is a song about "John green"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

You aint wantin the green,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Tummy hungry for the dull green

I just know what you mean

People wonder why grass is green,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

I dream of makin green/

And lead tha whole team