This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

Into her inner ear that im gonna fist her rear,

And this the endso good luck with your career

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It came so close to being the end

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

You will do anything to get in the driving seat