This is a song about "Mushroom hunting"

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

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

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

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for