This is a song about "Wolves hunting"

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

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

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six