This is a song about "Bud light"

And get out of my light,

And if i want to go outside

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

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

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

And you're approaching me right

Let me hide from the light,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin