This is a song about "Wanting a drean"

Well, we are the roses

I be wanting your kiss

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around