This is a song about "Maryjane buds"

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

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

When i come packed with the buds

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

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,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

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

Watch an animal planet document on the eagles

Night i need that she comin here right away

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,