This is a song about "Wild streets"

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I was young and running wild,

This is to my unborn child

Cause after all the lights and screams

I kept runnin through the streets

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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