This is a song about "Dat kush"

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Kush so purple swore it's myth

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So beat me to the bone

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours