This is a song about "Selling kush"

18 year sentence with no parole

Its like selling the devil your soul

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Fuck`em kush se din

I say that keeps me going

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

And nine out of ten broads call a nigga arrogant

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,