This is a song about "Trained monkeys"

I'm trained to bring pain to the game, call me reckless/

Together all the timethought it was true love

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

Something you are trained at and perform very well

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" but i am not respondin',

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I wasn't trained but ill give you a world of pain for exchange

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop