This is a song about "Rich fucking buddy s"

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

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

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

D.c. all up in this bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants