This is a song about "Wanting"

Wanting to run away and hide

Look, now roll my j tight

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Wanting to blow up, for nothing to remain

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions