This is a song about "Monkey fix"

To fix what i did to you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

You should probably fix your face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its