This is a song about "Stolen monkey"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some