This is a song about "Cool wolf"

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

We cool under one condition

You're uncool like my mother kin