This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

You don't mean that, you faggot

My shit could make a bum strip.

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Or maybe cause i go as hard as she had my penis,

She dont have a problem with, with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

Your pants get hit with cancer

Of impactful things one can ask for