This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

You cant end early, no reward at the end

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Now the raps gotta end

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I dont want this to end

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

You hear me spit flame and all you do is squeak, you rodent/