This is a song about "Wild things"

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Plottin' don’t even worry

Living young and wild and free

Chattering bring back other things

Silicone bitches got the confidence

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And brutally doing things

Spitting things inefficiently?

I'mma drop you off home quickly

I was young and running wild,

From the womb, my newborn child

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind