Kushman - Kush City [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Rolling on the pill until my jaw gets stuck together man
Twisting up the sour kush in people from the Netherlands
Always up at night I'm wide awake like David Letterman
Tieing up your girl with rope tighter than a tether can
Pleasure every fan with punch lines like its Mayweather hand
Whipping in the Jeep Im bout to go roll up to Shell again
Copping gas and dutches and I need a pack as well my man
Blowing hella Ls its starting to look like foggy weather and
Im too clever damn, switch it up like Wally Mars
I came in your bitch when we dipped from molly jars
Now you got my kid, bitch is like its probably yours
If you want to fight im posted in Bali, SAR
Is who i'll call to resurect you on some Jesus shit
Now me and my boys'll call your girl, get her to come please us bitch
I told her that I'd wife her but I just do that to tease a trick
I can get you ladies, talking about the birds and bees, yea Hitch
Chilling in the basement, rolling with adidas
Twist up every blunt and face it, hit it if you need it
Then my heart be on some race shit, but death im not seeing
So I walk around paceing, my stress im relieving
They all saying life im wasting, no I'm never grieving
The cops they steady chasing, never catch me sleeping
They love to test my patience, never see cheifing
Getting money I can bathe in and kush I could breathe in
Writing to a sick beat, read it off my Iphone
Type it up its really neat and now im up in my zone
Purple Supras on my feet and the ladies want to bone
Bouncing all up on my meat, make the women moan
On the bitches I will skeet then they give me hella dome
Running this shit like a cleat, sliding in and safe at home
Big house with a beach, chill in yards like garden gnomes
Dutches always taste like peach, ain't ever bump watch the throne
Who would have guessed that a kid could rap when hes coming from the garden state
Hes truely the best when hes spittin tracks, stand tall like Ramses Barden trait
I could have stressed when im spitting facts that I will never pardon fakes
So who could have blessed this written rack city in some harder ways
Not no one, not never, not now son
Got flowing, got clever, got rousing
Nah I ain't really gunna flow like that its just for two bars
If I was talking xanax throw them back and be a screw ball
Get too fucked up and stop the track Im dissapointing you all
But ima keep it flowing like the exorsist and spew on
Put my shoe on before I go to run the streets
Like MGK I lace them up and then march to my drummers beat
Spitting bars so hot I give them tans like Snooki's summer heat
You dont like it? Probably gay like Assef in Kite Runner be
You be gay... I ain't shocked, that ain't no big stunner see
Ima stop your return like you punting and im gunner G
You just Kyle Williams and Im coming for the super bowl
Or maybe Tony Romo you just too caught up with stupid hoes
Or if we talking Manning fam Im Eli and you Cooper bro
Either way I be the shit and you a pooper scooper so
Im alone to hold the game like rapping pillar, dapper flow
Or shitty beef like Mickey Ds, Im eating filler, rapper, mold
Laughing at the competition, but im still a clapper though
Its a shame this beat is done cuz im in killer rapper mode