This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

I speak to cj often and sometimes

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

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

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

They tell you killing is bad but chimps eat monkeys too; i'm a gorilla

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Brotha lynch may be mean