This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

When i get my hands on nines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Gashed his eyes/slashed his thighs/so fast he dies

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets