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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Bastard who seems like a

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Evil conscionce like to late mothafucka you already said it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Like the evil inspector gadget

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Evil stick in your heart like a needle.

The only reason that i put up with this bougie ass bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

I'm an evil clown, shootin up the town getting dough like a baker