This is a song about "Dat kush"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

That's why they can't mess up my flow

We got dat smoke and blow

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

May just gon' bring hobo back

Allah, not even dat

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush