This is a song about "Hunting"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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