This is a song about "Small green kid"

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Or medicine in a green bottle

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Or keep small it around four

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Because i smoke on the green

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape