This is a song about "Head hunting"

He a message, i'm the runner

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Kick back and know yo son set

Basically blood leaked from her head

Hip hop in general now you wanna dive in a semen swimmin pool

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

Black clouds circle my weary head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Loving you is clouding my head

Code red, which means you go red

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

And please never disrespect my set

The rhythm gets into your head.