This is a song about "A monkeys butthole"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Like a baby without a diaper

My records sell, yes sir

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" but i am not respondin',

She acting all extra

Yup you got a lot a

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

You're a disaster a sham,

A bunch a singers and sinners

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice