This is a song about "Wolf alice"

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

You'll never drink from my chalice, ill have you shrinking smaller like alice

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

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

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort