This is a song about "Hunter twins"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

A million nasty things went through my mind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild