This is a song about "Spice and wolf"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Hoppin' out a van

Everybody watching while you touching real money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride