This is a song about "The jungle"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Its a crazy concert jungle, feet poundin' tryna get paper to live life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel