This is a song about "Lynch porch monkeys"

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

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,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

In the gutter lane like i'm master splinter

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

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