This is a song about "Bud"

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

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Up on phrases i wrote

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman

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

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside