This is a song about "Monkey choo"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey