This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Niggas in the street scared

This road.....never seems to end

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

By the masses, who chose to leave you as they crest towards the pinnacle

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

I rap the best i can

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

We getting money, you can face the facts

Got my foot on the gas

I was being an ass

No point in hanging on

When you took my hand up so calm