This is a song about "Kush and money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Take my bus and bust down money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers