This is a song about "13 wishes"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And some some of my wishes that i dream on

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

This is the stage where she wishes she was at home in her bed

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a