This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

They bringing me fish and chips

Only a hand on those hips

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle

As i light one for ill will

And can make it into a form which only he can express

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

But make sure if they do see

Nothing you can say can scare me

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Of whats between those hips

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Iv'e been rapping my flag on about a million stages

Slow and steady wins this race

So i cum in her face