This is a song about "Hunting in the woods"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

In the woods outside on the dirt

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce