This is a song about "Deer hunting in the woods"

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

In the woods, i began to slaughter those weaker than me.

I heard that statistic i almost cried

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times