This is a song about "Dat kush"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

All this kush got us prayin jesus

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment