This is a song about "Smoking the green"

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Smoking the best weed in berlin

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Stay smoking on the hay

All up under the covers day

You ain’t never been higher than this

That the green is his motive

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

You aint wantin the green,

Miami nights, it was all a dream