This is a song about "Hunting"

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Just for cash, they hunting

They 22′s or something

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight