This is a song about "I want contact"

I want to be respected

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

That i can mold into whatever i want

I don't really want no babies,

Is it this black mercedes

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

She writes it all down

I don't want no fucking crown

And i want you to stay

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

I want to write a book

Aye, hold your head homie, look