This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Started from the bottom, too the top

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Money back on my mind

Better leave it all behind

To leave this life behind

By god, slow grind