This is a song about "The green dragon"

I call them hoes josh smith

That the green is his motive

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

The tragicness of my dragon spit through pen

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

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

Come see real niggas on my team

The last thing i need is you turning green

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I grab the seven dragon balls and wish that a nigga would

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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