This is a song about "Instinct"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

My animal instinct, will tear you to ballistics

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Coming for my rightful place its just my instinct

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

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

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son