This is a song about "Kush guns knives"

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

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The world seems strange at times

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

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

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Take her back to where i live

Im starting to see guns and knives