This is a song about "Wanting more than most"

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Winding up more poorer than before

But more acidic than the opposite,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

If you go with him he's worse than most

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

These joints here not found at the mall

You hoard more broads than igor,

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

About the way i'm feeling

I love you more than anything

I create more deaths than nicotine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem