This is a song about "The wild west"

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

The lion in the wild silent and stalkin casually,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

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

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Baby that's how we do it in the west

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

From the east to the west coast

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

You couldn't live your life for the moment