This is a song about "3 wishes"

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Only way i can make my wishes come true

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

A part of me wishes that you were never real,

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox