This is a song about "Bud"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

New canvas she need a new stroke

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

I'm fuckin trouble, nothin subtle, bud i'm hennesy'd up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'll never give a fuck, ever bud, i'ma die a schmuck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence