This is a song about "Wanting someone to love"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Wanting to run away and hide

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Badly affect by society, trying to be somebody and not someone,

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

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

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out