This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

See........i only popped him once and had him hoppin like a rabbit,

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

From your penis hole. make it straight...i am the boss, take it in.

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches