This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

And she’ll do what she can,

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Of whats between those hips

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat