This is a song about "Smoken bud"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

It's what the bud has shone us,

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

For now everything just seem so right

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

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