This is a song about "Monkey farts"

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But i've got the farts, well contained

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got all the farts, well contained

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But i've got the farts, well contained