This is a song about "Wild west"

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I was young and running wild,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Eastside, take them to the west

Uh, this what's been on my mind

I was young and running wild,

You can call that alabama

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

A new lifestyle,ruthless and wild