This is a song about "Trained monkeys"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

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

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

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

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him