This is a song about "Good bud"

Lobsters and shrimp im good

From hollywood to the hood

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That everythings fine, ok and good

I'm fuckin trouble, nothin subtle, bud i'm hennesy'd up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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