Hoes wanna gobble up these fine green pig mints

Take a massive mace to the spine, knees, and ligaments

Leaving footprints ‘round my lettuce like rabbits

Speaking good shit on the mic, excellence is a habit

Visionaries, tricking nations with the capers

All to get the green pigmentation into papers

Plural, I told him make the shit a double

I’m just tryna bubble, I don’t want no trouble

Lay back like you boutta sleep but keep at least a blinking eye

Pigs got the mints for they breath to mask the stinking lies

Recognize that private education’s just a check to sign

My man said “Snack, you already got a girl, quit texting mine”

Your skin maybe got cleaner pigments

But I’ll drive her crazy, and I’ll teach her stick-shift

You stick out in a crowd, son, stiff lip

Keep your upper and lower balanced like point mid shit

Mid range, get any higher someone’ll clip you

Pass the blunt to me and get me something to spit through

And gas, they say I can see through the mask

I just know my breath’s clean from breathing some grass

At every concert, smoke a moke in the restroom

And don’t sneeze around me bitch I won’t bless you

Hit the professor’s lab, tell him Mojo sent you, b

After you get beat up by a girl then I’ll let you be

Posted at my house, cartoons on the tube

Laughing, texted up with nudes get some lube

And a breath mint for our date tonight

But if she a pig slinging mud I won’t play I’ll fight

Take her and seven other pigs, put em in a line

Get a rabbi, their kills were ordered by the divine

Cut 8 throats, leave em out to fry

Now that’s half a year of bacon that my fam don’t have to buy

And ham too, some might even be green

But I need some eggs with em, can’t just eat meat

All about my health, my wealth is so spiritual

Whether eating animal, vegetable or lyrical

Wannabe, wasabi hot, that’s why I blow steam

Green’s my favorite girl, white bitches are all homely

Freshly washed on 24s, this chrome clean

Mint chip ice cream reminds of this cold green

Cash, always was passionate about flashing it

But never had the shit, just closed my eyes to imagine it

But now I run shit, strap on the cleats

Seuss swag, green eggs and ham on the beat

For the New Slang, that’s the crew if you ain’t heard

Eight words into a rap, we’ll kill your lame verse

Taking some white cats, filling em with green herb

On some Resident Evil shit for all the teams nerds

Jocks go to hell, this is rap not show and tell

You copped a nice chain try to cop a nice flow as well

You can’t, you ain’t been out bay nights when its cold as hell

With steam off your nose, you can’t do the things we smell

So I close with advice—keep your swagger economical

And ecological, Earth’s still got a lot to grow

Mint and shit, and y’all stay on point-cardinal

I’d add more but the studio time’s up, I gotta go