This is a song about "Streetcar named desire"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Your girl to be with me is her desire

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Sinful desire burned within like a fire

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

There used to be a guy named undertaker

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Cause i can do that if you desire

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I met this girl named mariana

I have enough whisky to fill this desire

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her