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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

Because i smoke on the green

And i put you on the team

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

When they here today what you say to them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Your sitting in the chair but for now i got the latch up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

I'm sitting in this fucking chair