This is a song about "The wild west"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Faking the be best saying you from the west

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

Seen at school, remember the wild mammals?

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels