This is a song about "Selling kush"

I smoke that cali kush/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I promise to keep it honest

This fire ass kush is finna get seared