This is a song about "Immortality and hunting"

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

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

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

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

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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