This is a song about "Buddy s"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Think of me as your buddy

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

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