This is a song about "Buds"

My music be like the drugs and there buds be like the needles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Amen, they say you only live once

When i come packed with the buds

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Ear buds in, sound got your ears smokin' audio roaches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

She will never get by, no how no way

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

And danced around the house in all-over print panties