This is a song about "Hunter hall"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Balling, but it’s not a game

I'm passed the hall of fame,

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Now i've up-graded to taxicab, i'm in the hall of fame,