This is a song about "Hunt big bucks"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's apart of her goal

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

Fuck you if you feelin' different

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar