This is a song about "Glorified monkeys"

"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" but i am not respondin',

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Verses spitting from within spitting with power, using verbs as glorified as the eiffel tower,

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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