This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

You should be running

Just for cash, they hunting