This is a song about "De ti bud"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

The street slang i be speakin in code

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I'm not really what i #seem in #vision #who's #the #en-ti-ty

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point