This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

They were colonizing the eastern end

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Cause i'll be tearin up stages across the seas

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Who dreamed to rock stages

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

I was being an ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Your life is a product of trash

I splash your dirty ass,

Just put your hand on the glass

And ill bus a cap in your ass