This is a song about "Go kush"

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

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

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax