This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

So i'm one with that

Thats the point of art isnt it?

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Try anyway you can cry or you can play

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

That are targeted at your ass.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head

And can make it into a form which only he can express

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress