This is a song about "Bow hunting"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Just for cash, they hunting

Go pop some pills or something

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

We don't get along now

Give an applause, take my bow

Baby heading down a cloud

But even if we bow out

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ask how i disallow your pow pow cos you gotta bow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now