This is a song about "Nigga hunting season"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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