This is a song about "Maryjane buds"

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

And oh, i gotta find my way

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

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

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Amen, they say you only live once

When i come packed with the buds