This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Bitches is artificially duck

....from the bottom came up...

Walk that body, talk that body

Nothing you can say can scare me

On point, i hone my skills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I pen point these niggas like a pencil

I'm jumpin out my seat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried