This is a song about "Hunter sucks"

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

She sucks my d like a hippie sucks a toad, rappads frozen i better click reload

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts