This is a song about "Kush"

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

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

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Five out of nine broads all get curious

All this kush got us prayin jesus

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats