This is a song about "Remy wolf"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

From the back seat, back seat

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high