This is a song about "The monster"

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

If its not couture, i will not go to her

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Her pussy so wide my monster dick never even got stuck

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Turn innocents to fiends, look at the monster you've become

By becomin friends with "the monster"

And there's little to be glad for