This is a song about "Out in the wild"

They say them colors must be fake

Chilling out in the shade

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

With a little bit of passion

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gone wild kill you with a smile the world is all mine

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Seen at school, remember the wild mammals?

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts