This is a song about "Hunting"

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

I do the right thing

Just for cash, they hunting

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips