This is a song about "Kush money weed"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

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

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,