This is a song about "Professor hunt"

Used to call me the african don dada

I'm a rap professor ready to test ya

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Let's get back to killing whores, i hunt them like boars with a sword

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

And listen to the class professor/

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

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

Making love to a professor of divinity

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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