This is a song about "Smoking bomb bud"

Tats no dey for my arm

Fuck the bible i'll drop a bomb

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

Hopin' that my niggas see

If i bomb on saturday

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

My mom, it was the bomb,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

It's what the bud has shone us,

A lovely outer surface

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck