This is a song about "Buddy s"

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Bueno buddy, you know that you cannot manage,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

So close i could give flip a play

Take a buddy holly holiday