This is a song about "Hunting deer drinking beer"

Papa took a sip of his beer

A lot of people called it last year

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

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Your such a pussy puked on your first beer

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

But he don't rule a thing

Just for cash, they hunting

Then disappear like a deer, who got #hit #by #the #rear.

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear