This is a song about "Money my niggas kush"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Take my bus and bust down money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Till then, i got that oj kush for my ascent

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

I smoke that cali kush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Y’all only in it for the cars

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth