This is a song about "Smoking sticky green"

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Attach a sticky bomb to your face and watch it detonate.

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I dream of makin green/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Smoking green to forget the real scene