This is a song about "Lone wold"

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Straight to my lane nevermind a waiterlike lone ranger

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Black fours red drop head doors

A lone man/misguided thoughts...

That we are not a lone

They blowing up my phone

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Over the wold you strolled, foretelling the untold,

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

No fights for lone sniper, i tear up this mic,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick