This is a song about "Kush in my lings"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Till then, i got that oj kush for my ascent

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit