This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I've hit another dead end.

And i be talking about me, i do this

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

Of whats between those hips

While scheming on hits

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Myself and my crew til the very end

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole