This is a song about "Smoke bud after school"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

I smoke blunt after every fucking day,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days