This is a song about "Kush n money"

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts