This is a song about "A wishes for you"

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

For a true nigga who wants you

Two was a good number for you,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Ill give you a run for your money

I just want somebody i can see

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

You want to hear a poem? i made it for you,

Give you life for giving me a headache

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

He wishes he had a pair of wings

But this ain't physics or rocket science