This is a song about "Rich fucking buddy s"

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Got love for my little buddy he will be missed

Being fly was priority to the lowest