This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

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

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

I only got four minutes

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother