This is a song about "Hunting"

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening