This is a song about "Want this"

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

They all want a piece of me, but this is

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Would want to confined to this grind

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

I want this fame so bad i’m so anxious to shine

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Bitch, they call it motor city

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Where you belong with your family

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

Than this scuffle you want to have with my mother.