This is a song about "My buds a retard"

But i ain't a counsellor, homie u look retard,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

My momma is a witness to my greatness

When i come packed with the buds

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts