This is a song about "Glorified monkeys"

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

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

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

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

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,

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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