This is a song about "Walking buddy"

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Think of me as your buddy

Than the muse of a family

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Walking with an empty purse

I still got haters

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction