[Verse 1: Boogalu]

Leeeeet's go hunting

And Kill all the elephants, (Whoop!)

The room is full of them

Crowding out the realness

Their talk is cute

Through their trunks and their suits

But hypocrisy's is devilish

The niceties polite

But its sugar coated hellishness

Damaging to sacred kin

In His image we was made

So why we pimping satan's skin

Wolves pimping sheep skin

Outfitted when we out living

Like prideful men

Fall in

If you guilty of the greatest sin

Shotgun your flattery

Shutdown the vanity

Derobe your fallacies

Bow before the Most High

And watch these elephants die

Lumber jacking every stanking eye

Chuck your logs out

N' Oust your imposter

For purging in the fire

And maybe we can talk

Then like real men

Admitting that

We all need checking

Repent for Resurrection

Redirecting how we living...

Let's get it

[Verse 2: Boogalu]

I see more pastors

Playing actors

Wanting that fame fix

I see more rappers

Rapping self

Wanting the same fix

Yo Its a vain twist

Twisting wrists

To get famous

Through the angle

Of saying Jesus

But His mission ain't the interest

It's like liquor in the vain twists

See behavior turn dangerous

Cancerous to cats

They call fans of theirs

Buzzed off your pretty pics

Mugs shots

Of vanity and selfishness

Yo, let's be stupid blunt

Why you playing with the sacred

Claiming God your only Trust

But in your marketing

You bargain him

For ego trips

And building hits

Let's take a litmus test

Perhaps, dip into your very fix?

What do you call success?

What determines what stage you pick?

'Cuz this determines young gunner

Why you really spit

Are you hunting for a stage

Or for faithfulness

To the very end?

Booga being a pessimist, I get it

But Get it

I'm shooting at the heart

'cuz at the heart of the art

We got to honor Him

So give me pastors

Who know weakness

Over a power trips

And artists who decrease

For the Increase of HiM