This is a song about "Seth green"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Fire on my mind like im green

So hold back ya tears

That the green is his motive

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

But i guess that shit's just tough love

A disease, involves me hittin that green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People wonder why grass is green,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

My all gold rolly or the

That green like iguana

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I dream of makin green/

I'm the head coach of the team