This is a song about "Wearing green"

You ain't never seen

I dream of makin green/

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Moping around in rome wearing a toga

Thought police, your mind's not green.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You aint wantin the green,

I'm the sushi king

To she what im wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And last but not least please don't tell no one

While i'm wearing true religion