This is a song about "Kris green"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

All green nigga pick six

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Fire on my mind like im green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Bout that green like baby bop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Because i smoke on the green

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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