This is a song about "Hey buddy"

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Bet i get like 8 of them

Hey little boy, im back again

And it is not ok, but hey,

Rub my back, then let me lay

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I was gonna write you a poem today

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back