This is a song about "I want it"

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

You want to hear a poem? i made it for you,

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I want it too go back to the way it was before,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...

One parent above, the other live scared

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

And it is anything i want and bitch i want it all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

I don't want to think of it tonight.