This is a song about "My buds"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

When i come packed with the buds

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Magic city tipping them

My words are my rhythm