This is a song about "Premium kush"

We don't ever make love

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Spit to the premium hear it, and every minute's the limit,

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

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

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush