This is a song about "My occupation"

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My words are my rhythm

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags