This is a song about "Bud not buddy"

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

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

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

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Well i'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?