This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

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

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

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

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist