This is a song about "Desire"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I'm alone with this homegrown desire inside my soul,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

So you might wanna stay away from me while i got this kind of desire/

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

But i know my objective is the desire to go higher

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I ain't talkative neither

Caving into the worlds desire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Wants to fuck with cause if so, you better lay low cause i spit fire with desire