This is a song about "Hunting bucks and driving trucks"

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

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

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Shout out my nigga miles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again