This is a song about "Austin hunter"

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

A dope rapper i'm a hunter in this place, a wonder in my case

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

She can't be my mother

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter