This is a song about "Flying monkey penises"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

That all of y’all will be banging this shit like gay penises

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

In my mind is where i'm flying

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing