This is a song about "Money cars bitches im a rock star wolf"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

Imma be a fucking star

That gyal want mi ride har

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous

// [you're a... rock star]

Don't go to far