This is a song about "My buddy zach"

Off of ya melody

You were my best buddy

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you