This is a song about "Whiz wolf in the garden"

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothes, an akuma in beast mode.

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Is written in our souls, africa

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

I drive that all around

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks