This is a song about "Bud"

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

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

I can smell it when i go outside

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

She said it really dont matter if its real though

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

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

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

I trust nothing but my bud,

Love will have you stuck

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck