This is a song about "Marshmallow kush"

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

She say she fucking with me the long way

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And trying to start today with arguments

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke