This is a song about "Kush money"

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

If you feel it, it must be real just

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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