This is a song about "Smoking kus"

I need money in a major way

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Kus the whole world knew it was replicated

After party crib full of broads all naked

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Why we gotta argue

Rolling weed and smoking it too

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Been smoking tryin to stop stressing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Bun b, i’m underground king