This is a song about "Sweet animals"

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

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

When we not in summer

Smokin sweet and sour

To #animals i am without the #peta to relieve ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

These rappers are animals and im about to have a mean feast

‘till y'all critics turn to animals like doctor moreau,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

What happens to the animals

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans