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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

For setting up traps

Goin off the wall like vans-

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And plus he's just a wall street banker puppet with clever shit,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that