This is a song about "Stuffed animals"

Because i never think better of a stuffed trunk in this endeavor, it's evidently not too clever

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

You couldn't live your life for the moment

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

I'd rather eat dead animals then cannonballs or cannibals.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Here i go again, searching for love

People out there act like animals

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

What happens to the animals