This is a song about "Kush money hoes"

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

I think that she knows

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Fuck`em kush se din

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Take her back to where i live