This is a song about "Kush and mone"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

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