This is a song about "Kush big money paper"

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

The only time i flirt with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Fuck`em kush se din

She all on my skin

Fuck`em kush se din

With a little bit of passion

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/