This is a song about "Buff"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

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

Classic literature buff, used to watch wishbone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And when it's said and done

My balls buff like he-man

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Buff gorilla in the room

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love