This is a song about "Chimp buttocks"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

No, not bombs over baghdad

And maybe it's the end

Hold up yea we the best

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Ever since then i had no job

Waiting for it to end

Hold my tears i tried my best

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

You cant end early, no reward at the end

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I wanna kick his tush, but i was six and shook