This is a song about "Good kush"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fuck`em kush se din

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french