This is a song about "Wild n out"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

I'll slowly walk out with the fire 'n flames.

I was young and running wild,

The glare makes me hard to find

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Don't call me out or you will face the penalty 'n' regret it kid

The outline which you n****s out dated

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Money wild i'm on the hunt

So dunn stay silent

I was young and running wild,

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town