This is a song about "Good bud"

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud

It's not making sense to you right now but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I trust nothing but my bud,

I'll never give a fuck, ever bud, i'ma die a schmuck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

It's what the bud has shone us,

Niggas talk with limited service