This is a song about "The wild heather"

Looking down at the wild child that is so sad seen him smile spidey sensing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

The revolution has arrived

And they going fucking wild

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Other team ticks, in two shoots we'll score six, cuz we're the wild pack of

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

I never crack i got that chap stick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

A new lifestyle,ruthless and wild

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind