This is a song about "Cool wolf"

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

For the low that nine cheap

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I ain't, mad, at cha

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

Money long from here to japan

Of a wolf gang gang bang