This is a song about "Smoke bud after school"

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Wood chain with a jesus

It's what the bud has shone us,

I smoke blunt after every fucking day,

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

After school me and a crew cruise

Niggas die over shoes

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right