This is a song about "Bitch wolf pimp"

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

I ain't hear you clear

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I style on new york, pile up my fork