This is a song about "Deer hunting"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

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

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

Get out my way fore i shoot you like a deer.

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs