This is a song about "Wearing green"

But you're loving mine i am the shit

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

I dream of makin green/

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Boys wearing that hardy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Wearing dreadlocks looking more a rogue

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I just know what you mean

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

Tummy hungry for the dull green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme