This is a song about "The green buds"

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

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

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

The last thing i need is you turning green

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

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,

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen