This is a song about "Mushroom hunting"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

They 22′s or something

Just for cash, they hunting

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

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

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,