This is a song about "Wolf pack"

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

I know a little betty from downtown

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Break a bat, where’s the wolf?

I flash smiles at the mean looks