This is a song about "Wild up"

Can barely walk the city streets

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Good help is hard to find

Then they going fucking wild

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Animal style my style is wild

I remember life as a child when everything was wild.

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us

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

See there no place better than the state of my mind