This is a song about "The hunt"

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

Fuck you if you feelin' different

What a perfect night to hunt down someone downtown

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda