This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

A military mind mean money

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

I'm kickin' derriere, no beats with wary snares,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

I am the lion, who came down from orion.

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from