This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

She can make a pimp fall in love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

Coming back with this shit bitch

Im a beast call me marshawn lynch

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man