This is a song about "Kush money weed"

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Here i go again, searching for love

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

I'm in awe from all of those features

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,