This is a song about "Chimps on fir"

Why do i continue on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

New message from mom

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

They tell you killing is bad but chimps eat monkeys too; i'm a gorilla

When you strive for perfection

They pick on him and step on him

I'm on deck i'm up next

Relying on myself