This is a song about "Deer hunting"

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

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

Just for cash, they hunting

They wouldn't be nothing

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

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

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.