This is a song about "Buds"

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Amen, they say you only live once

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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