This is a song about "Buddy"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Think of me as your buddy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

For a perfect mother’s day

Take a buddy holly holiday

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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