This is a song about "Jungle bash"

I work hard for everything i get

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

We race foreign cars, custom models

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

This whole place is nothing but a big fucking jungle,

Spitting on top a bitch he used to bash and lash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Im, king of the jungle,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'm just a pieces of thrash,so bash who you want it to be,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash