This is a song about "Animal"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Like a conjoined twin wearing animal skin.

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My animal instinct, will tear you to ballistics

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I would keep the screams to myself you filthy animal

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

Money is valuable, funny it's creates an animal,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most