This is a song about "Kush and cash"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And all women who had no cash can now see

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee