This is a song about "Spanking the monkey"

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Almost lost my life to the industry

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

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave