This is a song about "Nigga hunting season"

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

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/

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

I guess it's that time of the season

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them