This is a song about "Hearts being wild creatures"

I got these tats all on my arms

So many kind words few kind hearts

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Myth creatures deceive us

Wood chain with a jesus

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Skies black and flashes lightning at creatures

I gun down all creatures, believers, preachers and leaders!

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

Who cares about hearts and love

And i can't help but notice

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Animal style my style is wild