This is a song about "Mrs green"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

People wonder why grass is green,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Pawning my chain in the shop

Bout that green like baby bop

I'm the head coach of the team

Tummy hungry for the dull green

That green like iguana

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Secret missives to the mrs

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches