This is a song about "Professor hunt"

Real niggas never hate another man

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

It's apart of her goal

And listen to the class professor/

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

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

That happen to act like a black president

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

This how i hear it different

Times like this i remember the hunt

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor