This is a song about "Trimming buds"

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

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday