This is a song about "Wild streets"

I was young and running wild,

You can search but you'll never find

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

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

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

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

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

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

Little more weed, first class seats

You're walking these streets,

We fuck high and get wild tonight

I heard that statistic i almost cried