This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Eat the shit i funnel from my ass

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Just take control if you can

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Do it faster than the best rabbit who ever hopped

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat