This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My style is on point like a decimal/

Got me gaga, no poker face

Just know that i'm always

But i know that there is a rock bottom,

500 at the villa ain't no problem

In home staring at my face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I am not the only one

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

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

In a serial killers point of view

Say you through will all my foul ways

But, still got a smiling face