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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

And its funny. that i eat green and make it too

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Indubitably i'm too street

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

So much green and it's entirely for me and these fiends,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Roll some green and take a nap