This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

I fucking hate this job

Haters hate me cause i rap odd

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

And as i kneel theyre and ask him why he made me so odd

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Repetitive niggas, to the bottom i sent you.

Just take control if you can

Playboy, i don't own that man

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Loony bottom line your a rhyme taker

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I win battles like the bison

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun