This is a song about "Immortality and hunting"

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

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

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Eating souls from fatalities granting me immortality,

I got blessed with immortality of my life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

This is the part where we run hip hop

Immortality like i have got

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Immortality like i have got