This is a song about "Kush guns knives"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Always knew where the pot was

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

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

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,