This is a song about "On the wild side"

The right sights on the prize, but still a knife in the side,

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

You in a box and i'm on the other side

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

A little on the dissolved side

Strap the fuck in we finna take a ride on the wild side tell me please

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

And more than confident

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

But now theirs no one on the other side, surprise

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I get it going always, got the alchy on my side

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right