This is a song about "Cuddy buddy"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bueno buddy, you know that you cannot manage,

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Look who is talking a,k,e are you joking? fuck you buddy with

You don't need to hear dre buddy, go consult a real doctor honey

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction