This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

All you niggas die

Lift your eyebrow up high

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Niggas in the street scared

Waiting for what to end?