This is a song about "Hunting"

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Let my angel sing

Just for cash, they hunting

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

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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