This is a song about "My buddy zach"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bueno buddy, you know that you cannot manage,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

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

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument