This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Yelawolf shit with rittz and speakers in the back seat

Before i kick your ass

Got my foot on the gas

Chasing money in the city of crime

To this beat and let it creep up ya' spine

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Now i'm missing the point like a circumcised penis,

But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

Better pray the nigga blessed or else he'll be pushed over hell's crest

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Thought, rend their beats to tender meat if enemies ever beef, but they a nest of sheep