This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Now walk to it with your land mind

Better leave it all behind

Rolling while im blowing this stash

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Thats the point of art isnt it?

You don't mean that, you faggot

For the outlawz, here we come

What's the point? what's the reason?

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

She clutched me from behind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

The former, position of a pimp

Now here's the point where you might think