This is a song about "Buds"

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

When i come packed with the buds

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs