This is a song about "Buzz"

After every show, a dream she hold

I'm shook by the buzz and there's much to be told

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Like we were the bees of the buzz

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I introduce you to my debut blazed buzz, man of the hour

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

The girls do not bother me but the boys cannot buzz off like a bee

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

I'm the seven six was afraid of, gone nuts, gotta little buzz,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.