This is a song about "Selling kush"

Where would i be without my dogs

One night, i was selling some rocks

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Its like selling the devil your soul

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

I'mma catch you next time around

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Probly from selling or doing drugs

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient