This is a song about "The mole"

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The game plan, the game plan

Wolf gang, wolf gang

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave