This is a song about "The green dragon"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

To the green im dedicated

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The tragicness of my dragon spit through pen

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Eighteen, green, clean and fresh on the scene,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean