This is a song about "Wanting to kill"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

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

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

If you see me wanting to battle you you know i'm after you,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

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

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