This is a song about "Wolf alice"

The science and the art, africa

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

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

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

Wolf shirt stuntin like kassem g, you ain't met a motherfucker bad as me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Pushing in my mama van

Of a wolf gang gang bang

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

She need now, she ain't never needed love

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

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

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens