This is a song about "Rich fucking buddy s"

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

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

Bueno buddy, you know that you cannot manage,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Think of me as your buddy

If you ain't about money

Reading shit my critics say

Take a buddy holly holiday

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich