This is a song about "Shy wolf"

Maybe too shy for the stage/

With foreign names, valet the range

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

That's the window into the sky

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Beautiful are thou, africa

The party house, now don't be shy

When i'm low, she take me high

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Yeah, i know that she was especially shy,

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry