This is a song about "Hunting season"

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The name just was beautiful as the autumn season

And i do it every season

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

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

I said pay me it’s nothing

Just for cash, they hunting