This is a song about "Something about weed"

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

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I could flow something about nothing and you wouldn't know

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

But i know something about you.

Swear i'm trying to get through

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams