This is a song about "Monster hunter"

They call him a monster when in all reality they created him

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Fuck a monster, i'm here from the badlands

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

By becomin friends with "the monster"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper