This is a song about "Walking buddy"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Walking with an empty purse

Adabo to my haters

Walking with an empty purse

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

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

And this will be the song that we sing

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,