This is a song about "Kush and achihol"

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I guzzle up at the bar

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

We gone keep going

Fuck`em kush se din

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Fuck`em kush se din

Oh-kay, here's the situation