This is a song about "Wanna"

But shawty know i'm a rapper

I don't wanna obey the master

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I only wanna be heard

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Hey wanna hear a good news?

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Wanna have kids to hear but then don't wanna listen

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Wanna shove you across oceans