This is a song about "The green buds"

Like it's something to see i'm rubbin ya teets, puffin the green

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

The last thing i need is you turning green

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I be giving work to the kids

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

When i come packed with the buds

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,

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

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

To the green im dedicated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Y'all can't even #make #sense, you're just spending the green,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen