This is a song about "Mark hunt"

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Rapping bout things that leave mark

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I got a big fear of flying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

So me and my friend, we decided to hunt

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

It's apart of her goal

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul