This is a song about "Bud"

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Cause my thing something vicious

It's what the bud has shone us,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

I'm off the wrong road

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

The street slang i be speakin in code

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

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space