This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

When you hear the music give your hips a slight bump,you can be replaced,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

This road.....never seems to end

And i leave keeping her within my rear view sight,

For now everything just seem so right

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I let of my nine and let the shell burst through your spine

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

I'm like the mammoth since birth i have been crushing these maggots

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones