This is a song about "Mike hunt"

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Riley's here, connie's dead, pickin' pussy pisses pike

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

Im in the hunt for whores

I put these poems all in these songs

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul