This is a song about "Wolf of wall street"

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

The tooth fairy got hype but, she's scared of my street

I'm lockin' the street, man it's survival of the fittest,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

And just a wall of time remains

And i ain't got what it takes