This is a song about "Wild"

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Hi's parents abonded him, and his doge gone wild

So i might be awhile, i'm wild,

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us

The glare makes me hard to find

Animal style my style is wild

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Half your body laying on my chest

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