This is a song about "Spanking the monkey"

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I wish i’ll never see you again

The realist in the game

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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