This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

My wrist is all red from the cutter

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Bun b, i’m underground king

Just for cash, they hunting