This is a song about "Wanting friends"

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

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