This is a song about "Wolf layears left"

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

I ain't mad at cha

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Take away what ever's left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey