This is a song about "Mudding hunting fishing"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/