This is a song about "Ariel watts"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothes, an akuma in beast mode.

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Like as if i didn’t know man

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

It's free for all i gotta survive, a lone wolf unlike a bee tryna hide

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Get you high, keep it on the low

No. wheat. bread. please give me that white dough

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Turned to be wheat mystics left above