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,

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

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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