This is a song about "I want ya"

But don't let it fool ya dude, i don't want ya to scooby doo

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I thought mama taught ya,

Haters, ya you got some, smoke it all you want some?

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Get in it so i gotsa warn ya fore i tore ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Your breaking my heart yet i still want ya

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

And that’s the truth if ya want some proof ask ya crew

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

That i can mold into whatever i want

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart