This is a song about "Kush guns knives"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

I say that keeps me going

Fuck`em kush se din

Its time to put down your knives

Rollin' down the four o five

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

We will never die, we are forever alive

What we gotta do to survive

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

But we still got kids with blades and knives/

Take her back to where i live