This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Bitch i'm like a heaven sent , got the weight of a elephant , this my testament

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Even, for anyone who beats, if you can

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Cause u know that this my jam

Anger woken, hanger man, can,

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Never been one to point fingers

Let's enjoy our younger years

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,