This is a song about "Black monkeys"

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Live from the lamont's rose

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

I know you're mad, but so what

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I don't want it on my back

And i thought i was black

While i freakin' spit black

Naked woman rub my back

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,