This is a song about "Yhe good kush"

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours