This is a song about "Oj kush"

Gin makes me sin

Fuck`em kush se din

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats