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

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks