This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

I need to beat

Or count sheep while you sleep

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I aint the best, hell im far from it, but this bitch sucks, he far bum it,

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,