This is a song about "I got 8 friend in tokyo jumping on there heans like moreo"

It was like i was there, heaven in the skies.

Because i see right through your disguise

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

And i don't mean stimpy's friend, bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I get it jumping like a lemur leaping

Now this is what i call an evening