This is a song about "Trimming buds"

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

When i come packed with the buds

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Never felt better chillin with buds on ghosts with a vector shooting thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

She say all men treat her wrong way

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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