This is a song about "Want some"

"ooo cute kitty, want some food?" after being just sliced

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

As if they want to look up but for some reason they think they can't,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Give me everything i want then i'm asking for some more

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But i want to talk about something with some meaning/

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

A working genius, a work of art

The items is all they want

Niggas want the fame i want the glory

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from