This is a song about "Tarzan of the apes"

Cuz ignorance is bliss

The name of the game is

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

So i guess that's where i hide my things

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

Niggas talk with limited service

Raybands...hide the face of,

Cause america the terror of,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose