This is a song about "Havana bud"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Snakes always talking bout they yo blood, your bud, got you thinkin they

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

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

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud