This is a song about "Wild streets"

I was young and running wild,

This is to my unborn child

Living young and wild and free

Oops, i'm so sorry

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

Animal style my style is wild

The glare makes me hard to find

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats