This is a song about "Immortality and hunting"

Mama made her pretty

Thoughts of immortality

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The fact my immortality is a plurality

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And get caught, in the moment

And remember what i said and

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I got blessed with immortality of my life

Social conditioning and

Dc star, a pg legend