This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Now here's the point where you might think

Money is most of y'all interest

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

You can't solve it, silly rabbit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Third ward general, young cash money

Show them im the king of the sea.

Don't wanna stop, im king, the lion

The race war, when it's us against all of them