This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Im a beast call me marshawn lynch

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

And sit back and watch the sun set on my porch, sip liquor,

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

And there's little to be glad for

They talk say cool jew na the man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch