This is a song about "My buds"

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Good kids make bad grown ups

When i come packed with the buds

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And when it's said and done

Grab my knife and my gun

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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