This is a song about "Glorified monkeys"

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

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

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

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

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

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right