This is a song about "Kush life"

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

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

She all on my skin

Fuck`em kush se din

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french