This is a song about "Wanting wealth"

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Wanting to run away and hide

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

I acted brainlessly, and did everything to gain wealth

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

While working on my mistakes

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

I know you just doing your job

If skill was wealth you'd be broke