This is a song about "Charles wolf"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Stick a wolf in a corner and he's bound to bite back

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Now momma told me be careful who you love