This is a song about "That kush"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I don't fuck with og kush so why don't you relax

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

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

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

I know you just doing your job