This is a song about "Spanking the monkey"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

The realist in the game

And my niggas all the same

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk