This is a song about "Hunting"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Let my angel sing

Just for cash, they hunting

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

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