This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

"know you'll always be left behind until you grow a spine."

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Elm crest, stormville and dutchess park back you up

Now the raps gotta end

Nigga i ain't never scared

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

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Im not getting up because im counting sheep