This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

This road.....never seems to end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

(victim screaming in the end)

See, you're my best friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

My rap has now come to an end

And any connotation is viewed many ways

All over like a bukkake face

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,