This is a song about "Kush in my lings"

This is my ambition

Fuck`em kush se din

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Accidents happen when i got the kush in hand

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant