This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

For the low that nine cheap

Humpy dumpy, in front seat