This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

That’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It's a meaningless cycle of despair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Only a hand on those hips

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

Cause i'll be tearin up stages across the seas

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

And imma do it till the bottom

So next time i come, i'll bring you one