This is a song about "Wanting to fuck"

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

I turned into something they never became

And drinking but ever since ive walked threw the door ive been wanting to bang

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die