This is a song about "Wanting drugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Probly from selling or doing drugs

The things you crave are no longer escapes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

And if i want to go outside

Wanting to run away and hide

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

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

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