This is a song about "Matthew fowler"

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

"a mad hatter is up to bat.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

A dope rapper i'm a hunter in this place, a wonder in my case

So you wanna settle it now carryin' that plastic kid's bat?

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

So the days of being a duck are over

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck