This is a song about "Musky wolf"

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Because i am a wolf and you're just a pup

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

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

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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