This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

And when shit like what happened to amanda todd happens, we just sit around/