This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

But that's just the cycle of life so kappa's a psycho?

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Thats the point of art isnt it?

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Rappers here's your #vanishing #point like barry newman,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement