This is a song about "Wild horses"

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Uh, this what's been on my mind

I was young and running wild,

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones