This is a song about "Kush and orange juice"

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge