This is a song about "What i want"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Cause i write like a angry poet, that's what the demons want me to do/

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

It's not likely i don't know what i want

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

I look at others and wonder what they want,

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

I do what i want with true passion

What up girl, tell me how you been

I got what it takes and i do know, don't really care if you want know more

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for