This is a song about "Wanting someone"

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes