This is a song about "Walking buddy"

Walking around hiding behind masks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Think of me as your buddy

They say nothings ever free

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Walking with an empty purse

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I'm walking towards your corpses

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy