This is a song about "I want"

Hit you from a block away

I want to live my way

Can’t you see just how long my run

I just want someone to listen

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I don't really want no babies,

February cold as my heart

This is not the way i want

And bad bitches give me head and tell

But instead i want hell

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

That i can mold into whatever i want

Yes sir, please confess

All i want now, is death

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I want to write a book