This is a song about "Instinct"

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

And i got 'em every day, every day

Coming for my rightful place its just my instinct

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

My animal instinct, will tear you to ballistics

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Look at you, this is the minimal i could diss you, criminal instinct like a scam/

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit