This is a song about "The hunt"

What a perfect night to hunt down someone downtown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

About disaster in the world and

Money wild i'm on the hunt

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul