This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

I'm tryna learn somethin new

In a serial killers point of view

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

My style is on point like a decimal/

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Better pray the nigga blessed or else he'll be pushed over hell's crest

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Looking down there he was, plumped down on his rump

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Catch you up on places i've been

What's the point? what's the reason?

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed