This is a song about "Blunts and kush"

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that