This is a song about "Wanting"

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Reading texts wanting draws which i never denied

They are the coaches in this

I be wanting your kiss

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list