This is a song about "Smoking green"

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I dream of makin green/

I got a dollar and a dream

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

To the green im dedicated

Tell a bitch lean

You aint wantin the green,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

She can make a pimp fall in love