This is a song about "Bud it"

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Yes we bout it bout it/

You, you, you have to pay for that

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

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

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck