This is a song about "Wanting to be famous"

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

Just to make it famous

She can make a pimp fall in love

I spend it make it right back on a monday

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

I told her i'd grow up to be a famous rapper

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid