This is a song about "Monkey s"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I'm doing shit i never might of did

The outline which you n****s out dated