This is a song about "Brass monkey"

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Your life is a product of trash

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Believe me don't think it's lie, want to revive my past, crazy brass,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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