This is a song about "Head hunting"

And think alone in my head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

The ear worms in my head,

My god come before this bread

And now there in my head.

Code red, which means you go red

Black clouds circle my weary head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

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

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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