This is a song about "Wild things"

Money back on my mind

I was young and running wild,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

The lion in the wild silent and stalkin casually,

Living young and wild and free

Like hoes down in magic city

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

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

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

I remember life as a child when everything was wild.

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

And brutally doing things

When you spill out hits

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money