This is a song about "Kush xans fuck boy"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Fuck`em kush se din

Catch you up on places i've been

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic