This is a song about "Me being a wolf"

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

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

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that