This is a song about "Wild streets"

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Then they going fucking wild

The glare makes me hard to find

And they going fucking wild

Should be harder to find

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild