This is a song about "Smoking bud"

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

I was born to do the damn thing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

Smoking sticky fixtures

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Trying hard to speak and

I trust nothing but my bud,