This is a song about "Killing raf and sellin green"

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But i ain't listening

Snooping around and killing

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

There's crack, there's crack

Roll some green and take a nap

And killing is a crazy person's symptom

Just to match the grind with precision

Made a living and a killing off it

Hit your block with a glock, blog that