This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Started from the bottom, look what i become

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Your pants get hit with cancer

I call her, no answer

To the same plant, and the same pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Better leave it all behind

Good help is hard to find

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Humanty hiding behind the aggression,

That’s only if they handle

Camel spitting on the channel/