This is a song about "Buds"

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,

Amen, they say you only live once

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

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

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

But most times darling the sequel sucks

When i come packed with the buds

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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