This is a song about "The green bay packers"

Where the influences lay at bay,

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Man this life is but a dream

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

You aint wantin the green,

It's roc nation, this my team

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

I know what you do with that

To the green im dedicated

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Talking about the god you serve

Like i'm a fan of the packers