This is a song about "The jungle"

Im, king of the jungle,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Like nala in the jungle to soften the edges down,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

If you could only help me out of this jungle bear, i will give you 4 bannanas of the monkies here,