This is a song about "Shiny monkey"

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

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

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee