This is a song about "Money and kush"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Young money like drake and nicki

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now i'm fucked up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far