This is a song about "Grease monkey"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,