This is a song about "Bud it"

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Impeccable give it my note

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Snakes always talking bout they yo blood, your bud, got you thinkin they