This is a song about "Kush and money"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now i'm fucked up

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And you're, approaching me right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

And big money like hulk

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,