This is a song about "Wild things"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Cause these animals wild thinking ignorance, thoughts starry

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

The revolution has arrived

I was young and running wild,

I was young and running wild,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

Living young and wild and free

If you ain't about money

A new lifestyle,ruthless and wild

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind