This is a song about "Ryhme about snickers"

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

But conflict never solves anything about

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

To rapping about, what im about

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

You're fucking with me, nigga

About anything (etc.)

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

My tires align with the play, but the times out

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

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

Ask her what she thank about

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round