This is a song about "I gotcha"

But i sit and i scoff,

See, how the beat gets ate off

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Shit i wonder if i can.

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Wouldn't try the game if i didn't think i could, gotcha career piled up like some

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I believe i am to blame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I promise i might be okay

Man i hustle, i hustle.

I'm modest, and humble