This is a song about "Immortality and hunting"

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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