This is a song about "Frog hunting"

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Cause im the underdog a prince turned into a frog

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule