This is a song about "Hunter and his squad"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

Actions speak louder than words

And thank doom for his herbs/

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind