This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

All over like a bukkake face

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

By the masses, who chose to leave you as they crest towards the pinnacle

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

I've got some folks in low end

Makin yo bitch get on her knees in some thigh highs/

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

A legendary streak comes to an end