This is a song about "Spice and wolf"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat