This is a song about "Maryjane buds"

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

I got something you've been waiting for

Watch an animal planet document on the eagles

My music be like the drugs and there buds be like the needles