This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

You can see that my city found me then put me on stages

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My rap has now come to an end

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Better leave it all behind

Soldiers lost their mind

You said also i was fat

I don't want it on my back

Work it out. we can work it out! yeah we can settle out, we can help each

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

I do what you say, a necessary end

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

My man got a feel for your ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass