This is a song about "Codeine kush money guns sour souls"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

I smoke that cali kush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks