This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

In a serial killers point of view

And if i do go you better come through

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Now here's the point where you might think

So you be thor and i'll be odin, you rodent, i'm omnipotent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

So i'll sever your inverted spine

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room