This is a song about "Violet eyed wolf"

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

No wonder why i keep rhyming, because this violet stuff is

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Wino might find yo' sight

But i'm still leaving you wide eyed

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Everybody seems to misread every sentence