This is a song about "Buff"

You take that car with the rough edges and slowly start the buff.

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

And i know i'm not that tough. i'll probably never be buff.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Give me a buff & i blind, optic prism to human eyes

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

And you try to act buff and pose like you're a hunk

My balls buff like he-man

So now she picks up the gun

Buff gorilla in the room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking flintstone

Classic literature buff, used to watch wishbone.