This is a song about "The wolf of wall street"

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Ya know i'm the one packing heat, undefeated i can't be beat, king of the street

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Where the ball meets the wall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

I'm lockin' the street, man it's survival of the fittest,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though