This is a song about "Wanting"

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

I be wanting your kiss

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

For not wanting you back, this is when your dick-sucking spree ends/

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Every afternoon not wanting to be around