This is a song about "Selling kush"

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

We don't believe you, you need more people

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Visions, dreams of passion

Fuck`em kush se din

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Watching for hollow-tip shots

One night, i was selling some rocks

Go where you ain't been

Fuck`em kush se din