This is a song about "Smoking the buds"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

When i come packed with the buds

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

My music be like the drugs and there buds be like the needles

I swear i'm coming back one day

Stay smoking on the hay

With such an ugly picture in it and

Smoking the herbs that are potent