This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat

I'm jumpin out my seat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

You receive #visible scars ya body divided and sliced up in the back of a seat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Jazzy beats creep up in my seat,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks