This is a song about "Immortality and hunting"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like i have got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

The fact my immortality is a plurality

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I got blessed with immortality of my life

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I don't want to die, that's a door for immortality

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Immortality like i have got