This is a song about "Smoke that kush"

No reason to be around

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Only smoke that dank cause i don't fuck around

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Hit the spliff smoke that blunt

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

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

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds