This is a song about "Chilling smoking bud"

The youngest of my mother kids

3 homies chilling making classics

I make a way for my people to see the light

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

I trust nothing but my bud,

Say you don’t do what

Metronome, chilling with better whores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck