This is a song about "Green bud good buds stick together"

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Puttin two and two together

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I trust nothing but my bud,

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Wood chain with a jesus

It's what the bud has shone us,

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

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