This is a song about "Wanting"

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

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

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

The things you crave are no longer escapes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied