This is a song about "The wild wild west"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Then they going fucking wild

Pay my haters not too much mind

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Seen at school, remember the wild mammals?

Come at the explorer and be as wild as you can be.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

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

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different