This is a song about "Monster hunter"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

That dare steps to me as if this beast isn't a monster

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I think it excited her

Even if you a monster

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

Bending those monster, making them grab their knees

Got tired of running from the police

Ya'll wife and white knight her

When really it's just a monster

By becomin friends with "the monster"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her