This is a song about "Sitting in the green gress"

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour