This is a song about "Flying monkey penises"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Flying first class on my airplane

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Drink this , it keeps you flying

But he don't rule a thing

But i am flying high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

I refuse to be another being on this earth