This is a song about "Big buddy"

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

They all see my life from a childish position

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

New canvas she need a new stroke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy