This is a song about "Wolf of wall street"

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Bang! is the only sound of the street

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

You gotta let these shits go, man

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit