This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Come in, mi'lady, take a seat.

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

You're talking to one of the greatest

Now here's the point where you might think

What's the point? what's the reason?

Had to wear the 13's with them

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

No point in hanging on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom