This is a song about "Kush and money"

Fuck the money and public opinion

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Young money like drake and nicki

"money and blood don't mix

You can hear it in my lyrics

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

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat