This is a song about "Northwest oregon party freak wet bud trees"

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

I know your man ain't lovin you right

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Toast, toast to the party!

I stay lonely and cocky

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

This is the northwest and i'm a motherfucking rainmaker

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

You a freak i'm a freak yeah we go good together

They say your name for attention

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Cause ain't nobody made it from the northwest before