This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

In home staring at my face

Lookin' for these better days

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Saying they this and that

Fuck this little skater tryna chase around and bite his tail,

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I bury lightning in your ass

Thinking of bliss and the good days

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs