This is a song about "Witch hunt"

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

What a perfect night to hunt down someone downtown

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Timmy got his bike stole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

Never had forgiveness, you better stay distant cause i'm all about my business,

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

Just lay back, get your face slapped