This is a song about "Smoke bud after school"

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Back to times square...i got dimes here