This is a song about "Chimps on fir"

Aight, keep going, on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Man it goes on and on

New message from mom

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Now im getting them on

Nobody to lean on

My sim card's the bomb