This is a song about "Smoking kush"

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Talking of the gods you serve

Smoking sticky fixtures

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours