This is a song about "The monkeys paw"

In the heat of the summer,

And let them lames get your old number

I need to free them

Do the math, get the sum

The streetz is aint the safe

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

They tell you killing is bad but chimps eat monkeys too; i'm a gorilla

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,