This is a song about "Bonzi buddy"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And they can't see the tragedy

You were my best buddy

You don't need to hear dre buddy, go consult a real doctor honey

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

She got a buddy name ojb and now you know the deal