This is a song about "Hunt big bucks"

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Shout out my nigga miles

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

Closet the size of your apartment

Times like this i remember the hunt

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones