This is a song about "Hunter johnson"

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

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

A dope rapper i'm a hunter in this place, a wonder in my case

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson