This is a song about "Kris green"

Bout that green like baby bop

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

Because i smoke on the green

I got a dollar and a dream

What up girl, tell me how you been

Into the green mile, coffin

Lady at the frank stand will

Or medicine in a green bottle

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

A disease, involves me hittin that green

People wonder why grass is green,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Man this life is but a dream

You aint wantin the green,