This is a song about "Wanting more"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again