This is a song about "Base hunter"

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

We don't waste time with dreamers i know facts base it on reality

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

I get that work from my face

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed