This is a song about "Walo kush"

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush