This is a song about "Wild 8"

I'd done stacked many

Living young and wild and free

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

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

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

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

Pay my haters not too much mind

I was young and running wild,

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/