This is a song about "Mushroom hunting"

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

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

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

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

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

Just for cash, they hunting

I'm the sushi king

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/

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest