This is a song about "Love cap desire"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

So chase the air hide your stash

And ill bus a cap in your ass

Cause i can do that if you desire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

And its only to my fans desire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I kindle the flame, it's my burning desire,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap