This is a song about "Professor hunt"

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

Took the van, went snatch her

Cause im a swag professor

I'm smarter than a professor dressed from head to toe in tweed,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

While we gon' forget you quicker than hilary did with trevor

Im in the hunt for whores

Shots, they back and forth

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

Closet the size of your apartment

Making love to a professor of divinity

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough