This is a song about "Moon wolf"

Stick a wolf in a corner and he's bound to bite back

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothes, an akuma in beast mode.

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,