This is a song about "Cattle"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

Fuck this battle, its worth less to me than a farmers cattle,

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

Then you do trynna suck off every cow on the cattle.

I wouldn't even call this a battle, it feels like im out here prodding cattle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will