This is a song about "Tim hunt"

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

And never should you tear

But luckily tim changed my year

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

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

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

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

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Back up on the old hunt,

And get caught, in the moment

Times like this i remember the hunt