This is a song about "Frog hunting"

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

I do the right thing

Just for cash, they hunting

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

Couple years later they had my brother

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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