This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

And i don't run counters no more

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

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

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

The cat pissed on my porch? bitch don't do it again,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them