This is a song about "A hunter alliance"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Just a warning not a threat

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

It was either claim alliance or remain defiant

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

I'm a bad motherfucker

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Not biased perfect match the cops rant well riot in this co op alliance

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium