This is a song about "Mark hunt"

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Million, maybe, question mark that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Times like this i remember the hunt

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Make your mark all over the town

Cause everytime yall come around

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

I'm never the winner, always the loser

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll