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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Tummy hungry for the dull green

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Hard to move on when you always regret one

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Okay now listen, sitting here taking in the different aspirations of life,