This is a song about "Wolf"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothes, an akuma in beast mode.

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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