This is a song about "Pubes spunk green whore shengus shite on carpet dugz on drugz"

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Because i smoke on the green

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

And lead tha whole team

Fire on my mind like im green