This is a song about "Wanting to leave every"

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

Steal your love with ease

To me cause when i leave

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

To this day, the game, will never be the same

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy

The sinner become the inner me, enemies wanting to finish me, wishing to diminish me,