This is a song about "My buddy"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

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

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Take a buddy holly holiday

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest