This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

In a serial killers point of view

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

It's only a dream, check point reality one

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

They let me put it in there butts

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Emerging from the sea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free