This is a song about "Smoking the green"

Smoking prime only the finest....

The former, position of a pimp

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

To the green im dedicated

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

But conflicts they keep on growing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

C.r.e.a.m. was the motto, wanted the lotto and easy green,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Caged, and the wonder is seen

You aint wantin the green,