This is a song about "Kush ups"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Fuck`em kush se din

And the reason that i'm going

Ships that sail to distant places

Kush so purple swore it's myth

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

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