This is a song about "Ninja monkey"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

For all the ninja that done to me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby