This is a song about "Mrs green"

Secret missives to the mrs

Go! you free to go about your business

O. trice always rep his block

Bout that green like baby bop

I'm the head coach of the team

People wonder why grass is green,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

And lead tha whole team

Because i smoke on the green

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Is bein' mean, showin' lean, triple beams, easy green,

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

We were doing okay, we were never stackin' green,