This is a song about "Witch hunt"

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

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

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

February cold as my heart

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

But she's not alonemiss independent

Times like this i remember the hunt

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Kill them with kindness, like dorthy show them bliss. they'll melt like the witch,