This is a song about "That good kush"

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Every cat in the neighbourhood you no that you gott'em good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

That was good shit, is there any left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Hop off the bus

Now im so good that you might obey.

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

To get good from that, unimaginable,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

That everythings fine, ok and good