This is a song about "Wanting to kill"

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

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

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Snapple fact: you rather wack

"im mad with wanting to have you back"

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass