Kush Caskey

Pull yo' weed out the jar
Grab yo'self a lighter
Couple blunts
This here my smokin' song
It ain't long but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high
Word to my big bro Lil Wyte

[Verse 1]
Check it out
This not a song about addiction at all, nah
This one here is about the love of my life
Pull it out the jar
Roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar
Bring 'em both together
Conservative style, we don't know no better
We just gazin' out the windows of life
Still blazin' peep the pages of my twenty year vice
We influenced 'dem
Joint papers on my table
And i ain't usin' them
It's preference
You don't gotta like my smoke
Just speak to me with reverence
So many different pines that i could reference
My eyes be so low
And zip my ties when i be pressin' the corner
Swear i gotta keep quarters
They my cheap orders
Edibles on my table
They help me sleep sorta
Who knows
Infinite supply, two Os
Or two hundred fifty pounds
Man i give my kudos to the plugs
And the middle men
They play they position
That don't mean that yo' weed come on time
That's the business