This is a song about "Blunts and kush"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,