This is a song about "Spanking the monkey"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Eyes poked out the the raven

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The bigger the the fun

See, i'm second to no one

The more battles the better the flows

Big homie hov said i am close