This is a song about "My buds"

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They just wanna dance

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Searching for fortune and fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------