This is a song about "I wanna do more"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Wanna know more? then go & do a google search on it

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

I'm spoiled by the king. i wanna do it my way

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I couldn't breath when they said, "there's nothing more we can do".

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Shoulda listened when i said don't wanna hear you talking shit no more

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Ever since then i had no job

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I advise that you pursue whatever you wanna do

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo