This is a song about "Evil monkeys who like llamas"

Like the evil inspector gadget

Young money motherfucker we the shit

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

My life is like a movie but ain't evil 'cuz i don't plot,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

My dreams are falling like evil angels

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I ain't fiending for my track's props like pins and needles, knitting evil.

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night