This is a song about "Blood of monkey"

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

Thirsty for the blood of rappers, i've tolerated/

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

And i got a little big, keep it low key

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,