This is a song about "Nathan anderson"

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I make forty-some dollars a day

Take a buddy holly holiday

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

She got a buddy name ojb and now you know the deal