This is a song about "Oj kush"

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Fuck`em kush se din

Girl listen, trying to position

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Till then, i got that oj kush for my ascent

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

You're more oj only puck you hear is in a hockey rink

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

He flopped,no way,everybody knows i did it like oj

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride