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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I smoke that cali kush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

The souls i uplifted,

Your best sentence was doing your bid

Back with a vengeance

But i dont carry guns

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours