This is a song about "Kush kush where ever we go"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Crockadillys are the shoe for where ever you go

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

We gone keep going

Fuck`em kush se din

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Fuck`em kush se din

Hmmm where should i begin

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Your eyes are amazing

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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