This is a song about "The jungle"

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

The circus is a jungle, why would i stop blazin o's?

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

I'm the king of the jungle, beating on my chest like king kong

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz