This is a song about "Maryjane buds"

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Good kids make bad grown ups

When i come packed with the buds

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Ear buds in, sound got your ears smokin' audio roaches

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves