This is a song about "Desires"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

We living for our worldly desires, building our empires on things we put

He perhaps aspires to what man desires/

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

My pedestal burns brighter the more my desires inflame

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Desires acuter, mind poisoned, polluter

Whatever your desires you'll leave satisfied

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

My desires are never ending like my rhymes you envy,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Its busting blowing up your desires

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers