This is a song about "Pickled cunts"

Just before they seen my money in the green

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Half these cunts got it backward’s man/

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

They cunts think that we are weak

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

If we don't see eye to eye, then fuck the cunts in the government!