This is a song about "Buffalo wild wings"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And they going fucking wild

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

'buffalo bill' stepping in, time to perfect things off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

But for real, i'm in the the ocean, antipodal from buffalo