This is a song about "Money house and crack"

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

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Me and my microphone could be one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

And reflect on the rap game, i came

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you