This is a song about "Sellin bud"

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

It's what the bud has shone us,

And now it's clear as this promise

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Fuck sellin it to the devil the government already took it

Tellin' lies, sellin' pies, hellish eyes keep dyin',

My talent should take me places i've never been

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk