This is a song about "Wolf boy"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

I drive that all around

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

This wolf will bite you, leave you with a broke nose