This is a song about "Wanting to be rich"

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

And truthfully girl you really make my day

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

I be wanting your kiss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Well, you better be rich

Nas told me life's a bitch

This black snake moan is somethin' to suck bitch

Then it'll be me getting recognized, i'll be rich!

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Wanting to be somebody with a 4 figure salary n' getting paid hourly.

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Wanting to run away and hide

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around