This is a song about "Kush guns knives"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours