This is a song about "Roy"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Young roy the fuckin man

Is young roy baby up and coming

I'm on the run, keep running

Young roy to another nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Its young roy bitch i don't need no introduction

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running