This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

I need a backyard full court size

He is holding your thighs...

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

No point in hanging on

When you took my hand up so calm

Call the network dipset family ties

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants