This is a song about "Hunting season"

And when i get a team we'll be doing this every season

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

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

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips