This is a song about "That kush"

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

What up girl, tell me how you been

Fuck`em kush se din