This is a song about "Kush n money"

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

This is my ambition

Fuck`em kush se din

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

All this kush got us prayin jesus

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Better yet they work my every nerve