This is a song about "Buddy s"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Take a buddy holly holiday

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time