This is a song about "Go kush"

And you're, approaching me right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

She will never get by, no how no way

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

To make karma come faster than she normally will