This is a song about "Sticky bud"

And fuck all these sticky situations that i'm getting in

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

I'm fuckin trouble, nothin subtle, bud i'm hennesy'd up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

The richest place on earth

Smoking sticky fixtures

And they giving hickies to my dick as i am puffing sticky

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free