This is a song about "Smoken bud"

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Snakes always talking bout they yo blood, your bud, got you thinkin they

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

I trust nothing but my bud,

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I'm fuckin trouble, nothin subtle, bud i'm hennesy'd up

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days