This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Look at my daughter's face

Just know that i'm always

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I throw blows right at the face

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Attached like pants keepin casual

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen