This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

To this beat and let it creep up ya' spine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

After ripping his head off he's instantly thinking about how he's gonna suck some penis

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Now i'm missing the point like a circumcised penis,

I'm asleep in the front seat

The revolution will proceed