This is a song about "Trimming buds"

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

When i come packed with the buds

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Ear buds in, sound got your ears smokin' audio roaches

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love