This is a song about "Wild streets"

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

And there's little to be glad for

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

And bijies like im out and

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

As: they will be so surprised

I was young and running wild,

And she throws up whatever she eats

Played our beats on the streets