This is a song about "Kush money bitches"

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Bun b, i’m underground king

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Or know them testament verses

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money