This is a song about "Kush land"

Miami nights, made a couple grand

My god made the sea and land

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Trick trick got them passes

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Or land soft as a sweater

Through thick and thin

Fuck`em kush se din

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank