This is a song about "The heart wants what it wants"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

Everybody wants the gold and a place to spend it,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

And your productivity is the reason i interest, ambitious girl

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Corpse straight to hell where the devils wants ya

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

He gets what he wants, he's not afraid of threats.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Now he wants to step into the rap game

Droppin' shields like panties cause she wants the d

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I rap about real shit but nobody wants to hear it

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit