This is a song about "Bud not buddy book"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

When i get stressed out i have to take a bud

To mcs that don't rhyme good

My life’s an open book

Take a buddy holly holiday

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

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

Showed your lil' ass look

I want to write a book

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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