This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

My shit could make a bum strip.

The dead society of a poet

They let me put it in there butts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Now look at you vicious to the end.

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Good things should never come to an end.

Blind sheep can't see signs,the warnings you will miss

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Sprung from your moms bum, oh and bang it like a tin dong,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong