This is a song about "Dat kush"

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Made from the brain of me, most genius

All this kush got us prayin jesus

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

We got dat smoke and blow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush