This is a song about "Kush god"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Five out of nine broads all get curious

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/