This is a song about "Wanting"

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Then we cut, look how she say my name

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid