This is a song about "Hunter jones"

Of impactful things one can ask for

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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