This is a song about "Bud not buddy"

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

Say what you wanna but

I trust nothing but my bud,

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Cause some of you bitches funny

You were my best buddy

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key