This is a song about "Buddy s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

It´s the battle of life

And when i start to rise

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free