This is a song about "Kush life"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

That shoebox shit, over with

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning