This is a song about "Mushroom hunting"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber