This is a song about "Many many monkies"

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Many written, seldom heard

Even after many years

It's moe, all i need is more chips

So many people are dyin'

She’s a star if i ever seen one

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Let's enjoy our younger years

So many amateurs