This is a song about "Prop hunt"

And bijies like im out and

Money wild i'm on the hunt

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

Closet the size of your apartment

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Like a small garage in your backyard

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

Survived? i'll hunt till ya bite the dirt and final words of your life's uttered

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Times like this i remember the hunt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and