This is a song about "Buds"

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

When i come packed with the buds

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Amen, they say you only live once

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

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