This is a song about "Dank kush"

That we can't forget the past

You must mix that with dank

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I made it myself

My shit so dank it smells

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers