This is a song about "Black monkeys"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

I think that she knows

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Looking through her soul looking really black

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

I had on a black tee,

But make sure if they do see

Top dropped down, black on black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Where the black girls get their weaves back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop