This is a song about "Hun batz"

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

Hun it will never be fun

Baby you're the one

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Fuck this is fun... now nod your head in agreement hun.

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.