This is a song about "Kush guns knives"

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

And panned out, i'm all in love

All this kush got us prayin jesus

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

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Kush so purple swore it's myth

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush