This is a song about "Boots the monkey"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

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

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

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

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood