This is a song about "Monkey top lane"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

We livin life in the fast lane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame