This is a song about "Yeah bud"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Snakes always talking bout they yo blood, your bud, got you thinkin they

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

I fucking hate this job

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!