This is a song about "Mrs green"

Thought police, your mind's not green.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

She gon get the mils for this

That the green is his motive

I'm the head coach of the team

Because i smoke on the green

Toking green hoping for dopamine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I swear ri got a hit with this

Secret missives to the mrs

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see