This is a song about "Wanting friends"

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Wanting to run away and hide

I’ll be back on the same night