This is a song about "Weed wolf"

From the back seat, back seat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

The drug that they brain need

Put up and smoke that weed,

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods