This is a song about "Data security"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

I'm authentic so real you faint even replace i collect data just call it sample space

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

But there's more than just some data on the disk at stake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security