This is a song about "Smoking bomb bud"

I wish i could have 25 wives

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Strap the bomb to my chest

Never ever pay rent

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

Sometimes i feel so worthless

It's what the bud has shone us,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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