This is a song about "Bud not buddy"

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy