This is a song about "Zoe archer"

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Fuck themselves, supress a sniper for my guests.

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

A dope rapper i'm a hunter in this place, a wonder in my case

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Hold your arms cry and wallow