This is a song about "Dat kush"

We got dat smoke and blow

This is all my flow

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

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

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

She dont have a problem with, with

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

That photograph is fading

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,