This is a song about "Blowing kush"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

And now your best friend's having kids

Blowing up all statistics

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Blowing up like i'm boston