This is a song about "Hunting deer drinking beer"

I'm doing the same thing

And you're just drinking

European model white bitch is eating donuts

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

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

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.